Friday Night Videos

I had planned on writing another FNV mini-essay, this one devoted to just how cool and nearly godlike ’70s FM disc jockeys were. Rebels with turntables and a deep love for and knowledge of the music they played. Then came segmentation and computer-aided music directors and program directors who might not have ever even visited the cities where half of their stations broadcast. And worst of all: Clear Channel.

But then I figured I’d sound like an old fogey, and I already do enough of that at home.

Instead, just enjoy the title song to the movie that inspired me to spend four years of my life playing records for strangers.

Whenever some person tells me that they like Steely Dan, I ask them if they worked at their college radio station. But it is nice music to listen to in an apartment with the lights turned down, and a view of the nighttime city lights through the window. Cocktail in hand, of course, and there must be clinking ice cubes.